I maneuvered along the barbed wire fence, easing the bush hog close to cut as neatly as possible. I was on the last section, the barn straight ahead and an end to my long hot day. that started at seven that morning, mowing the yard, around the fishpond, and the ditches along the highway by the pastures. After lunch I started with the bush hog, cutting those areas too rough for the mower.
I wiped my brow to keep sweat from running into my eyes as the sun beat down on me. I was using the smaller tractor, the one without a cab that left one out in the open.
Fuck it was hot.
It made me feel nasty. Sweat ran down my back and chest, soaked my shirt. I had the sleeves ripped off it and wore it unbuttoned halfway down. I would have taken it off, but my shoulders would burn in the hot sun. I kept my ballcap pulled down low to shield my eyes.
It didn’t matter, none of it. I squinted in the glare of the western sun and sweated profusely in the muggy simmering heat.
But it also made me horny. Horny as fuck, the way I was hot, muscles feeling loose, and my mind thinking of it, as I did far too often. I adjusted my cock, worked it down the left leg and thought of Bobby’s cock, one not quite as long but thicker, much thicker, one that needed lips stretched wide to take it. A cock a guy had to really manipulate to get their reward.
I got my reward from Bobby. A lot. And I wanted it now, thinking of how he would hold my head and pump that fat bitch into my mouth until I gagged on cum, or how he would pin me to my bed or the floor or out in the barn on its dirt floor and fuck my ass until my own cock pumped out a load.
I adjusted my cock again, thinking of that tall lanky bastard.
Bobby was six years older and farmed with his dad. He was six foot two inches tall with a lean muscular build. A dark tanned skin tone made darker by him going shirtless most of the year, from spring to fall, until the weather finally cooled and made him put one on. He wore jeans that hung loose on his narrow waist, enticingly loose, that I was able to slip my hand down inside them to feel him up. I had done so since that first night after the Fourth celebration in Decatur until just last weekend, that ended up with me in his lap riding that cock and jacking my own cock until I painted his chest white with my load.
I pictured him, with those small nipples, smooth hairless torso and goofy grin that concealed such a serious fuck when it mattered most. I could see those big hands with long fingers holding my waist or my head or my hands pinned to the ground, while he kicked my legs apart with his long legs and rubbed a big flat foot up my calf.
Fuck, just the idea of him made me hard. My cock pushed upward trying to slip out of my jeans.
I don’t know how many times over the last two years I had sucked his cock, licked his nuts and ass, begged him to fuck me, and lay back letting him do so.
He had a cool brown hair color, one that seemed to be just a darker tone of his skin. He wore his hair slightly long on top and short on the sides and the shitty hair cut from the barber shop just made him sexier, more desirable to my way of thinking. That and his imperfect teeth, the incisors were slightly out of alignment and there was the cutest gap in between the front two teeth.
Then there was his tongue, something that was not a visual thing, but one that had given such devilish pleasure as to make me need to adjust my cock again just thinking about it.
Thinking of how we touched each other, there were the times Bobby’s sweaty body rubbed against me, rubbed my back as cock pummeled my ass or my cock rubbed up the stomach and chest as I rode his cock, or Bobby kept my thighs pinned to my chest as he rocked me roughly with his fuck.
I shut off the PTO and lifted the bush hog as the blade gradually slowed down and headed to the barn, pushing the throttle all the way forward.
I rounded to the front of the barn and smiled at the sight of the old Jeep, faded white, no doors, just a black bikini top and a lift kit to have the body sit over the large all-terrain tires. It was Bobby’s and it meant he was waiting for me. I swung around and aimed for the open barn door. I passed into the shadow of the barn, then into the hot dark interior where Bobby stood waiting, cock in hand, already hard, dripping, waiting for me.
I stood up, slipping out to the edge of the platform getting from behind the steering wheel. I tugged on my cock as Bobby stared up at me, stroking his own. I unbuttoned the shirt, unhurried, sweat trickling down my face, back, and chest, and when it fell open, I slipped it from my shoulders. I tossed the sweat soaked garment to the ground. Bobby smiled at me as I raked sweat and dirt across my chest.
“Nasty fuck, strip,” said Bobby.
Yes, sir. I unbuttoned my jeans, then leaned over and unlaced each boot, tugged them off, socks too, and dropped everything to the ground. I stood and pushed jeans down, worked them down each leg until I could slip each foot free. I threw them toward Bobby making him laugh. I grabbed my cock within my boxers, gave it a good hard squeeze, then slipped the boxers down until they fell around my ankles. I stepped out of them with the left foot and kicked them off with the right. They hit Bobby in the chest making us laugh. He grabbed them before they dropped to the floor and brought them to his nose. The nasty fuck sniffed them then looked up smiling wickedly. I was stroking my cock getting fully erect. It curved outward, the head flared, showing my arousal.
“Come down here and suck this,” said Bobby waving his cock at me.
I climbed down to the step, then jumped to the dirt floor of the barn. I stroked my cock, took the few steps over to Bobby, not stopping until I was right in his face. I could see he was as sweaty and dirty as I. I looked into that dirty face where rivulets of sweat had cut paths through the dirt. I looked into the brown eyes seeing the mischief, the bawdiness that drove me nuts, and filled me with the desire to fuck. I stooped before him until my knees settled in the powder dry dirt and took his cock. I held it in my face, licked the head, then slipped my lips over it, pushing forward until my nose was buried in his sweaty pubes.
“Jesus. Rory.”
I tugged my lips along that cock. I worked them from head to base. I inhaled his sweaty masculine scent. I pulled off the cock and tongued the hanging sac, worked those nuts around then took them in my mouth. And I tugged those bastards down into the bottom of the sac until it turned red.
“Fuck.”
I pushed my head between his thighs and tongued as far as I could reach, making Bobby fall back against the wood plank wall with a thud so he could lift a leg. Then I tongued that ass until he was pushing me to back away.
I held his cock before my mouth and looked up at the pleading eyes.
“You haven’t jacked off today, have you?” I asked Bobby. I wanted to know if he could get off at least twice.
“No, not since the day before yesterday.”
Good. I sunk that cock into my mouth then worked tongue and lips on it. I sucked on the head while jacking the shaft. I licked the drooling slit and buried that cock into the back of my throat.
“Rory…don’t stop. I’m going to…”
He never finished but he didn’t need to. I felt that cock flex, swell thicker, then cum hit the back of my throat with the first ejaculation. It kept spurting, filling my mouth with his cum until I had to swallow. I swallowed every drop, then squeezed the shaft for one more precious drop, licking it off.
“Get on your feet,” exclaimed Bobby. He grabbed me under the arms and roughly helped me stand.
I knew what he wanted. It was why he wasn’t already naked. He wanted me to undress him. I reached out and slipped the top button of his shirt undone then slowly made my way down the front until it was hanging open. I leaned to his chest, tonguing one nipple then the other. I dragged my tongue through sweat and dirt over smooth hot skin, moving across his chest and up to his neck. I didn’t stop, instead dragged my tongue and lips along that long neck to the left ear. I tongued it, following the curvature, then I moved along his jaw, feeling the sparse stubble and smooth skin until our lips were pressing together.
As we kissed, I pushed his jeans down, then his boxers while he toyed with my erection keeping me rock hard. I stooped before him and took each boot off, each sock, then tugged on those sweaty filthy jeans until each leg was free. I lightly raked my hands up the calves feeling the fine hairs tickle my palms, then came to my feet. I pushed my body against him, chest to chest, heaving stomach against heaving stomach, cock against cock. He pushed a knee between my legs up tight to my crotch, pinning the sac, squeezing it between us. I moaned and worked my hips rubbing against that leg.
“Fucking whore,” Bobby joked, then he pushed me away, spun me around. He guided me forward then made me bend over until I had to brace myself on the front tractor tire. I clung to the center rib as he kicked my feet apart. Then I felt him pump cock along my ass, pushing it along the crevice between ass cheeks and I hung my head and moaned. My own cock swung freely between my thighs, then it flexed with my arousal as Bobby put his to my hole and pushed against its tightness.
“Take me, Rory. Take me,” uttered Bobby. He sounded breathless, labored in the utterance of each word. But I knew differently.
Bobby pushed until that cock stretched me open and I shivered from the penetration. It was such a familiar sensation, Bobby’s cock penetrating my ass. And even now after so many times before, it pushed my arousal, made me want it as if it were the first time.
I tightened my grip on the tire as Bobby pushed deeper and deeper until he was pressed against my ass. His hands tightened on my waist as he held still, waiting for me to make the next move to show I was ready. It didn’t take long, and I began to work my ass on that fat cock. Move as much as I could until I felt Bobby take over. He pushed into me harder, faster, working up a pace that was a good hard fuck.
Sweat ran down my face and body as I moaned and grunted with each push into my depths. Bobby hammered my ass, just smacked against it with every shove inward.
“Fuck. Rory. Fuck,” Bobby exclaimed.
I felt him tighten his grip on my waist and slow his pace. I felt every inch working into my ass. Every fat inch.
“Bobby…fuck me.”
Bobby grabbed me by the hair and tugged my head back, arching my back. He renewed his pace, a furious rough fuck.
“Goddamn. Fuck me…fuck me, Bobby.”
A tug on my hair and the smack against my ass, over and over, as he hammered my depths.
My cock swung heavily between my thighs and my nuts were drawn up tight. I was gasping for breath and my moans echoed in the barn. I was about to reach for my cock for I wanted to cum with Bobby, but he pulled out of my ass and pulled me upright.
“Get on your back.”
I dropped to the dirt, rolled to my back, and held up my legs as Bobby went to his knees. He grabbed my legs behind the knees and pushed them down by my chest, burying them in the dirt. Bobby’s fat cock aligned with its target, my stretched open ass, and sunk into it all the way.
I felt the soft powder dry dirt against my sweaty skin as Bobby rocked me. Every thrust inward was another push down into it. Sweat rained down on me as cock piston in my hole.
“Do it. Do it. Fuck me,” I uttered. Bobby smiled down at me, pushed down harder on my legs, and hammered my upturned ass. The fullness of his penetration made me gasp for breath. Every push into my depths felt like he was pressing against my lungs forcing the air out.
“Fuck…Rory, take me, take me,” said Bobby as he pounded my ass. His hips banged down on my upturned ass and I knew every shove inward was one more ejaculation from his fat cock.
Bobby climbed to his feet and stood over me. His body was filthy with rivulets of sweat trailing through the dirt and grime. His cock was half hard, slimy with his cum. I looked up at him wondering why he didn’t finish me off. Usually, he would take me in his mouth or stroke me off while fucking me.
“Bobby?”
He smiled, one full of mischief.
“Your folks are not coming back until Sunday afternoon, right?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be back around seven. We can cook out, then I’ll fuck you until you come.”
I had the grill prepped; charcoal neatly stacked ready to light. In the refrigerator, hamburger patties were made up, salted and sprinkled with pepper, and on the shelf below them, there was enough beer to last us through the night and the next day if I could get Bobby to stay. I had showered off the grime and sweat, and when I opened the drawer for a clean pair of boxers or briefs, I uttered fuck it out loud and closed the drawer. Now I sat on the screen porch, naked, cock half hard just thinking about Bobby and what we would do when he got here.
6:42
I tugged on my cock, then released it, afraid to get fully erect. It was too soon. I had to temper my arousal, keep it simmering, just below the surface. It was so easy to do. What was hard was not going too far.
6:58
Where is he? He should be here by now. I leaned back in the wood chair, stretched my legs out and apart. My nuts hung loose between my thighs and my cock lay heavy over them. Just a bit of stimulation and I would get rock hard.
7:02
Finally, I hear that old Jeep pulling around the house. It comes into view and immediately I notice how Bobby is dressed, or not dressed. Shirtless wearing a pair of nylon gym shorts. It’s still hot for the sun is just now dropping below the western horizon. Damn these long hot summer days. Damn that hot fuck climbing out of his Jeep. His skin glistens in the sunlight. He smiles and heads toward me, tugging on the front of those shorts…on that fat cock. By the time he is standing in front of me, it is pushing out on the front.
The burgers can wait.
I slid out of the chair and to my knees. I kissed his stomach tasting the salty sweat and feeling the smooth skin against my lips. I leaned down and buried my face in the crotch of those gym shorts. I inhaled deeply. I mouthed that hard cock. Kissed the head. Then mouthed that cock until the shorts are wet.
“Jesus, Rory, stop teasing me. Take it out.”
I eased the shorts down (no underwear; nasty bastard), working them over the cock and down until they fall around his ankles. I angled my head down, and moved to that cock, mouth open wide. I took nearly half, work the head until I feel Bobby shiver with the manipulation, then I worked my mouth down on that cock until my nose is buried in his pubes. I worked my lips along the fat shaft and tongue the head, licking precum from it.
Bobby pulled back, grabbed me under the arms lifting me to my feet. He tugged on my hardening cock, then pulled me close, holding our cock together. He stroked us, bringing me to full erection.
Then Bobby maneuvered me, turned me around and pushed me backwards toward the swing hanging at the end of the porch. I smiled for it is not the first time we used the swing to fuck. I laid back on the seat holding my legs up for Bobby. He took them, placed one on each shoulder and roughly tugged me close, ass hanging over the seat. His cock touched it, slapped back and forth across it, then pressed against my tight opening.
“Do it. Do it, you redneck bastard,” I taunted him.
I clutched the edge of the seat as Bobby swung me back and forth, his cock bumping against my ass each time. Then he held me against it and slowly pulled me toward him. I felt the stretch, that moment of pain and pleasure mixed in such a wicked fashion. I felt the head of Bobby’s cock slip into my hole, then inch after fat inch pushing inward. I shuddered, moaned, and grunted, and I took every fucking inch. I gasped for breath and Bobby hadn’t even started to fuck.
It'll be glorious when he does.
His hands tightened on my calves, holding my legs against his chest, as he begins to fuck. To tug outward until that cock nearly slipped free, then he pushed inward, all the way until hips pressed against my ass. Slowly, painfully slow, he fucked me. He worked that cock into my depths until my own hovered over my stomach. He pulled out, hesitated a second, then slammed back into my ass. He did it a few times, until I saw stars. He buried cock halfway into my ass and begun to fuck, working up a blistering pace. The swing rocked and moved irregularly as he pummeled my ass. At his most physical, the sound of his hips banging against my ass drown out my moans and grunts and soft pleadings for him not to stop, to keep fucking.
My cock drooled on my stomach.
He took me in hand, stroked my drooling cock until I’m about to come. I tried to push my ass on his cock but in the swing, he has full control. He held still and uses the swing to fuck my ass on his cock. He pulled me on it until my ass is against his hips.
“Bobby…I’m going to cum.”
“Do it. Do it. Cum for me, Rory.”
I shuddered as I felt my release build. It’s exquisite, the feel of impending release. His hand continued to stroke me as my cock swelled thicker, then exploded, spurting wad after wad of cum. It hit me in the face, roped up my chest to my chin, then rained down on my stomach.
On my feet, bent over, Bobby held tight to my waist. He fucked me. Fucked me hard. Fucked to cum. My cock drooled and dripped cum as it swung between my thighs. I gasped for breath as sweat covered my chest and back and trickled into my face. I held my head down watching my cock, the sweat drip to the porch floor, and the two feet behind mine firmly planted as Bobby hammered my ass.
“Rory,” Bobby uttered as he slammed into my depths and kept jamming hips against my ass. I knew he was coming, filling my ass with his load.
The shower ran cool, a shock to our systems when we stepped under it. I bathed Bobby, every inch, worked my sudsy hands over him. The firm smooth skin. The small nipples. The half hard cock and loose nuts hanging long beneath it. I slid a hand between his cheeks touching his virgin hole, only mine is to be used. It’s what we both desire. I’m his bottom. He is my top.
I turned to the wall, braced myself on the cool tile, and stepped back angling my ass out toward him.
“Bobby. Fuck me. Fuck me again.”
He moved up to me stroking his cock to full erection. He raked it across my ass, then up and down between the cheeks. I reached back and spread them. Looking over my shoulder, I watched him angle that fat cock to my opening. I turned, held my head down, and waited for his penetration.
I know it will be as good as the first time or the last time on the screen porch. I know it will make me so aroused I will want to get off. And Bobby will do that for me.
